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I'm your supreme I'm your supreme We is them ghetto witches Speaking in tongue bitches Fall on the floor Got sage on the door [x4] Talk shit, we can cast spells Long weaves, long nails Corn rows, pig tails Baby fathers still in jail Good witches, I fuck with Bad bitches, we run shit 4 bitches, 4 corners North, East, West, South shit Good witches, I fuck with Hopped off of my broomstick Witchcraft, bitch craft Light magic, it's nothing Orisha, my alter [x3] Got coins on the counter I'm that Black a-Rican bruja straight out from the Yoruba And my people come from Africa diaspora, Cuba Letras de cancionesAnd you mix that Arawak, that original people I'm that Black Native American, I vanquish all evil I'm that Black a-Rican bruja straight out from the Yoruba And my ancestors Nigerian, my grandmas was brujas And I come from an island and it's called Puerto Rico And it's one of the smallest but it got the most people Orisha, my alter [x3] Got coins on the counter [x2] Don't you fuck with my energy [x8] Casting spells with my cousins I'm the head of this coven I'm a shapeshifting bitch, you don't know who you loving Better light you a candle I heard the nighttime was black And if you don't watch your step the greatest bitch will be back I cast a circle in white and I can vanquish your spite And if you hex me with hate then I'ma conjour the light Your evil ways put no fight I ain't no queen of the night I'm a bruja, I'm a bruja, and I'ma dress in all white I'm your supreme [x8] Tituba! Voodoo slave girl who graced us with her black magic You made her a slave Before that she came from a great tribe, the Arawak She gave it to your girls of Salem A gift repaid with betrayal Maybe you ain't heard the news about civilization starting in Africa We more than just pins in dolls and seeing the future in chicken parts Been reading too many tourist guides, hm Everything you got, you got from us From Letras Mania